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The late MF DOOM next to a Fantastic Planet (1973) painting.

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Play with his tongue.

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Blunthead Slug Snake

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Fag strong together. Don’t forget.

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It really really ought to be standard practice to assume the transfeminine people you meet are NOT okay with being "guy"d or "dude"d or "bro"d until proven otherwise instead of placing the onus on the minority to speak up. Really not that hard.

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She was on a date with me! I looked like this

Date night make-up, I did trans flag colors! 💙🩷🤍

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Bootblacking is top level kink because it's one of the few I can think of where the nominal sub is treated as a thoughtful, knowledgeable technician from the outset.

Like, a flogging bottom might be praised for their ability to take pain and know their limits, or a rope bunny might be recognised as keeping themselves in good physical shape so they can hold complicated stress positions for longer than a novice, but even the most beginner of beginner bootblacks has learnt a little bit of materials science (Will this type of brush scratch this patent finish?), a little bit of basic chemistry (If these were last polished with a silicone wax, how do I remove that to start to bull them?), a little bit of leatherworking history (Is that natural fibre stitching on those surplused Warsaw Pact boots, will my polish rot it?) and spent time practising techniques on their own boots.

And it's one of the few kinks I can think of where the top is so immediately physically and emotionally vulnerable to the bottom in that way: I put my foot in the hands of a stranger bootblacking at a party, and I trust that they won't damage the boots I was gifted by my long-dead Master when I was 17, that they won't soak the stitching and start the rot of the boots I was wearing when I first fucked the love of my life, I trust that they'll carefully work around and treat the cuts and scuffs in the leather that I picked up wearing these same boots marshalling at a dozen prides and going toe-to-toe with strikebreakers and scabs on twenty years' worth of picket lines. The experienced bootblack can look at my soles and where my boots crease, and see that I have a weak hip, that I'm slightly bowlegged, that I don't drive and that I walk even in the weather where I'd rather not. And I trust that they'll see that worn-out, poor, slightly sad old man and still call me "sir".

It just feels like a lot.

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very low effort meme

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Fluffy bunny tummy by Sparrowl on Twitter

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it’s tgirl tummy tuesday

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Art dump

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guy behind deli counter: AY WHO ORDERED THE FOOTJOB IN NYLON STOCKINGS!!!!

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Got a haircut